You guys realise I only spend about half an hour on each of these right? I think of stuff when I'm drinking coffee or having a smoke.

Anony Mouse, make yourself a bleeding account xD I think you only have to be 13 to make one, and I think it'd be easier to converse that way. Just do it, your parents shouldn't be annoyed about it. And I haven't got anything typed up for my two new fics as of yet, I just have to get other stuff done to get it rolling. And what do you mean test results? Over my brain problems or my mentality problems? :) haha

Anyways, to everyone else, enjoy. Sorry it's short, I'm setting this up for another drabble later on but you'll have to figure out which one it is ;)

Abyss, n
A very deep hole

He was festering.

Sitting alone in his lair, staring at the same four walls and lashing out at anything that came within an arms length of him. Those idiots had beaten him... those self righteous idiots and that bleeding twit Frost had beaten him.

It wasn't like he hadn't thought they could, because he'd always had the inkling that they would fight their hardest when he finally did manage to back them into a corner.

And perhaps implying that he would 'snuff' Jamie out wasn't the best metaphor. It was giving the impression he'd have killed the boy and he wouldn't have, he'd have just scared him so terribly he'd have had no capacity for anything else in his little mind. Which arguably would have been worse than death, as the boy would have been nothing more than a husk of what he was, consumed by fear.

Dragging his fingers through his messed up hair, Pitch looked about the room, taking in the high walls and arching ceiling, the chains suspended from the darkness up there and suspending large black cages above the darkness in the cavern below.

He felt as if he belonged there, hated what he'd been reduced to now – a shadow of what he was. And though he of all people should find that irony amusing, he was simply too weak to enjoy it. Maybe later.

He'd have to think of a new plan. Build himself up again, go about finding belief elsewhere.

Glancing over to one of the nightmares a stallion that had been with him from the very start, he motioned for it to come over. And it did, albeit tentatively. Stopping beside him, he ran his fingers over it's cool nose, sighing slightly at the feel of the black sand, taking in what little strength he could from it.

"Just one tonight," he whispered, and watched as it whinnied and rose into the air, melting into the shadows to appear somewhere in the human world, bringing one restless night to a young child. It would stay undetected, the Guardians wouldn't notice if just one child had a nightmare, compared to the billions out there.

He only needed a little power to tide him over.

And unbeknownst to Pitch, unbeknownst to the Guardians and her older brother, a four year old Sophie Bennet grumbled in her sleep, tossing in her bed as a shadow descended over her.